At 4:10 PM, Css A was dismissed, marking the official end of Kaminari and his cssmates' first day at U.A. High School. However, for some, school ending didn't mean the day was over, Kaminari and others still had plenty to do.

  Kaminari made a quick call home to expin why he'd be ing back ter than usual. Afterward, he waved goodbye to Tetsutetsu and Jiro, who seemed a little out of sorts, at the gates of the 'Hero Protective Wall.'

  "Alright, lead the way," Kaminari said, turning to Yaoyorozu Momo, who ractically buzzing with excitement.

  She was thrilled this was her first opportunity to officially teaeone. For as long as she could remember, Yaoyorozu had been learning on her own, accumuting knowledge far beyond that of her peers. But today, she wasn't just studying; she was going to impart what she khe idea of being a mentor filled her with enthusiasm.

  "Lead the way?" Momo repeated, momentarily puzzled by Kaminari's words, before uanding dawned. She poio a sleek bck limousine rolling toward them and smiled. "Our ride is here!"

  "Uh... okay," Kaminari said with a casual shrug. It was just a limo, no big deal. Though, in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but pare it to the car at his own home, which, while nice, was nowhere his level of luxury.

  Forty mier, they arrived at a sprawling mansion in Aichi Prefecture. Kaminari stepped out of the car and took in his surroundings, a bit speechless.

  "Seriously? Is this for real?" he muttered under his breath as he stared at the enormous mansion before him. Although he'd figured that Yaoyorozu Momo came from a wealthy family, this was on another level entirely.

  To be fair, anyone would be floored by such grandeur. After all, mansions like this oed in movies and TV dramas, at least for most people.

  "e o's go inside," Momo called, breaking his daze. "I've asked the butler to prepare everything."

  Kaminari took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm. "I'm just here to learn about eleagism," he reminded himself. "Focus on that."

  Even so, he made a mental o research the Yaoyorozu family ter. He couldn't believe that a family this wealthy didn't have some kind of public profile.

  While Kaminari was in the mansion, sitting in an overly spacious hall, sipping top-quality bck tea, and abs Momo's expnations about eleagism, his frieetsu his energy into another endeavor training at the judo hall.

  *Boom!*

  For the umpteenth time, Tetsutetsu hit the wooden floor with a heavy thud. This time, the fall left him more dazed than usual. He y there for a moment, staring up at the gring lights on the ceiling, his chest heaving.

  Not far away stood Goro Daimon, his judo instructor a massive man, well over two meters tall, a white judo uniform. He looked down at Tetsutetsu with calm eyes and asked, "Are you giving up already?"

  "No... not yet," Tetsutetsu grumbled, pushing himself up with a groan. He looked at his teacher with frustration. "But when are you actually going to teach me some judo?! All I do is get thrown around!"

  Ever since he started training here, all he'd done was get tossed across the mat. It didn't matter if he was fag fellow students or Daimon himself, Tetsutetsu's role was always the same. Where were the throws, the moves, the teiques he was supposed to be learning?

  "You 't learn to throw until you uand why you're being thrown," Daimon said, his toill calm but with an edge of sternness. "Do you feel the movements of the person throwing you? Do you think about how to minimize the impact when you hit the ground? Have you thought about tering their movements?"

  Tetsutetsu lowered his head, embarrassed. He hadn't sidered any of that.

  "Up until now, you've just beeing without thinking," Daimon tinued. "Do you think fighting is just about learning a set of moves like it's some video game? Do you believe that memorizing a few teiques is all you o win a fight?"

  Tetsutetsu's silence deepened.

  "Good fighting is about stant thinking. You o feel your oppo's movements and analyze your own in respohat's what you should be fog ht now," Daimon said, crossing his arms. "Once you uand the fuals of being thrown, then we move on to the stage. Mastery of throwing someone is a lifelong journey."

  The words ignited something isutetsu. His frustratioed away, repced by determination. His eyes gleamed with renewed energy.

  "Got it, Sensei! Let's go again!" Tetsutetsu shouted, charging forward once more, but this time, his eyes were sharper, more focused. He was watg Daimon's every movement, trying to predict the hrow.

  In his heart, Tetsutetsu roared: "Kaminari wants to be the stro lightning-type Hero? Then I'll be the stro hard-core Hero!"

  Though he and Kaminari hadn't known each other for long, Tetsutetsu could already feel how impressive Kaminari was. The sense enprove weighed on him. He couldn't let the gap between them grow te he wouldn't allow it.

  If a powerful vilin appeared iure, he wao stand shoulder to shoulder with Kaminari, ready to fight. He didn't want to be the oanding in the background, helpless.

  To him, that wasn't a true partnership. He had to bee stronger.

  "Here I e!" Tetsutetsu roared inwardly, and the sound of bodies hitting the mat filled the dojo once again, but this time, there was a sense of struggle Tetsutetsu was beginning to resist.

  Ba Shizuoka Prefecture, Jiro Kyoka walked home in silence, her bck schoolbag slung over her shoulder. Unlike her usual routine, she hadn't put on her headphoo block out the noise of the world. Instead, she seemed lost in thought.

  Her phone buzzed inside her bag, pying "Only My Railgun" as her ringtone. She unzipped her bag and pulled out the phone, answering the call without cheg the s.

  "Hey, Kazama," she said quietly, reizing the caller's voistantly.

  "How's it going at U.A.?" came the gentle voice of a young man oher end.

  Jiro paused, gng around at the street she was walking down. It was quiet, peaceful, but something about today had left her feeling uled.

  "...It's fine," she replied, her voice muarded than usual.

  "Just fine?" Kazama's tone was soft but knowing. He could tell when something was off. "You don't sound like yourself, Kyoka."

  Jiro hesitated, her thumb trag the edge of her phone case absentmindedly. She didn't feel like expining everything, but at the same time, keeping it to herself was making her feel even more out of sorts. She sighed quietly, deg to brush off her uh a half-truth.